Okay I know the first chapter was a little dramatic, but I mean it's not truly a Van Helsing story if it doesn't have drama now is it? Didn't think so. Well anywho as Dracula would have said," I give you, Van Helsing!"
CHAPTER 2: A TORTURED SOUL
"Yes," she spoke her first word in the stranger's home," I apologize for your trouble, let me tend to. . ."
"No, I'm alright," he winced," I just need this," he took a small syringe and pushed the needle in his side," I. . .should be alright. . .now," he said breathing heavily as he got to his feet.
'Damned fool,' she thought,' all I want is to be out of here.'
"You must heal," he told her.
Everyday for three weeks, he bandaged her wounds, and brought her meals. She still didn't trust him and he knew it. One day he brought up the question.
"Do you really trust me?" he asked.
"No, I do not, people have made me this way. It is how I live," she retorted.
"I am sorry, I am not really the trusting type either. I understand," he sat down in a chair nearby," What is your name?"
"Tragedy, Tragedy Angel, but that's all the information I'll give you."
"Tragedy, well my name is Van Helsing, I'm sure you've heard of me. I'm the demon slayer, well I slay whatever they tell me to. I'm not surprised you aren't open with me. Please, tell me of your past."
"I tell no one my secrets, especially on e who is keeping me against my will."
"You're wounded, I cannot let you just die! What did you expect?"
"As soon as I heal, I am leaving!"
"Very well, yet I would be happy to learn of your past, so I. . ." she interrupted him.
". . .I have no past. I remember nothing, I woke with my hands bloody from a battle. I saw bodies everywhere, a sword was in my hand. I killed them, they had done me no wrong however. I wake now every morning to bloody hands and the salty taste on my tongue. My job is to slay evil as well, yet I cannot stop the evil within myself! I don't even know who I am. I began calling myself Tragedy because my life is nothing but misery, and Angel because all of my enemies say I am beautiful, that is before I am forced to kill them before they kill either myself or a friend. I have n one of those left howvr. Is that what you want? That's my secret! Now give me leave!" Van Helsing's heart felt as if it would break in two.
"I am sorry, and as I have said, it is your choice to leave when you wish. If that be your will. . ." he sat in the chair by the window again," it's late, let's retire for the night."
"Very well," she answered him, fighting emotion from her tone.
'I'll wait until he's asleep, then I'l make my escape,' she thought silently laughing.
In a few minutes she had her wish, Van Helsing fell into a deep sleep. She snuck quietly to the window after putting on a new outfit and ran as soon as her feet hit the ground into the darkness. Van Helsing got up from his chair and watched her leave his house, perhaps forever.
"Goodbye, beautiful Tragedy; I hope we meet again on better terms," he went back to his vacant be and fell into a deep hellish sleep.
CHAPTER 2: A TORTURED SOUL
"Yes," she spoke her first word in the stranger's home," I apologize for your trouble, let me tend to. . ."
"No, I'm alright," he winced," I just need this," he took a small syringe and pushed the needle in his side," I. . .should be alright. . .now," he said breathing heavily as he got to his feet.
'Damned fool,' she thought,' all I want is to be out of here.'
"You must heal," he told her.
Everyday for three weeks, he bandaged her wounds, and brought her meals. She still didn't trust him and he knew it. One day he brought up the question.
"Do you really trust me?" he asked.
"No, I do not, people have made me this way. It is how I live," she retorted.
"I am sorry, I am not really the trusting type either. I understand," he sat down in a chair nearby," What is your name?"
"Tragedy, Tragedy Angel, but that's all the information I'll give you."
"Tragedy, well my name is Van Helsing, I'm sure you've heard of me. I'm the demon slayer, well I slay whatever they tell me to. I'm not surprised you aren't open with me. Please, tell me of your past."
"I tell no one my secrets, especially on e who is keeping me against my will."
"You're wounded, I cannot let you just die! What did you expect?"
"As soon as I heal, I am leaving!"
"Very well, yet I would be happy to learn of your past, so I. . ." she interrupted him.
". . .I have no past. I remember nothing, I woke with my hands bloody from a battle. I saw bodies everywhere, a sword was in my hand. I killed them, they had done me no wrong however. I wake now every morning to bloody hands and the salty taste on my tongue. My job is to slay evil as well, yet I cannot stop the evil within myself! I don't even know who I am. I began calling myself Tragedy because my life is nothing but misery, and Angel because all of my enemies say I am beautiful, that is before I am forced to kill them before they kill either myself or a friend. I have n one of those left howvr. Is that what you want? That's my secret! Now give me leave!" Van Helsing's heart felt as if it would break in two.
"I am sorry, and as I have said, it is your choice to leave when you wish. If that be your will. . ." he sat in the chair by the window again," it's late, let's retire for the night."
"Very well," she answered him, fighting emotion from her tone.
'I'll wait until he's asleep, then I'l make my escape,' she thought silently laughing.
In a few minutes she had her wish, Van Helsing fell into a deep sleep. She snuck quietly to the window after putting on a new outfit and ran as soon as her feet hit the ground into the darkness. Van Helsing got up from his chair and watched her leave his house, perhaps forever.
"Goodbye, beautiful Tragedy; I hope we meet again on better terms," he went back to his vacant be and fell into a deep hellish sleep.
